Chapter 90: The Throne of the Heavenly Emperor! The Storm Is Rising——

Regarding the matter of heaven.

Don't say that Fuxi didn't understand. At this time, even many saints in the ancient world were still confused.

Zhunti looked at the vast vision in the sky and the three thousand avenues that were shackled, and his eyes flashed.

Although the appearance and temperament have changed greatly.

But Zhunti still recognized the figure in the sky at a glance. Who else could it be if it weren't the two boys of Taoist Hongjun in Zixiao Palace.

"Senior brother, this heaven is..." Zhunti looked at Jie Yin and asked.

Just returned to the ancient world, the secret of heaven is extremely chaotic, even the saint is still confused about this heaven.

"A million years ago, Teacher Hongjun summoned us just for this heavenly matter..." Jie Yin explained.

"At that time, all the saints pushed for this position in heaven. I wanted to fight for it, but I was blocked by fellow Taoist Yuanshi. In the end, fellow Taoist Taishang gave this position to Teacher Hongjun's boy."

Then he frowned slightly and looked at the vision above the sky.

"It's just..." Jieyin frowned and said, "Before, in the Zixiao Palace, the position of heaven and earth was at most as high as that of Emperor Jun. There was no such abnormality..."

As a saint, even if the heaven's secret is chaotic at this time, it is impossible to deduce the heaven's secret.

But such important matters as the Lord of Heaven and the Heavenly Emperor should not be hidden from the perception of saints like them.

"Who else can easily conceal the cause and effect of the Emperor of Heaven and hide it from all the saints? Who else can use this method..." Zhunti said softly while looking at the vision above the sky.

Jieyin on the side also nodded, understanding in his heart.

Who else could use such methods except Daozu Hongjun.

However, unlike Zhunti's twinkling eyes, Jie Yin was just slightly curious in his heart and continued to practice with his eyes closed.

at the same time.

In the wilderness.

Several other saints also looked at the vision in the sky, and they all knew in their hearts that the vision in the sky was definitely the work of their teacher Hongjun.

Although they don't know what Teacher Hongjun's purpose is...

But it didn't stop them from feeling happy as they looked at the shackled Sanqiandao.

Before, Fuxi became a saint, and the pressure he had put on them immediately dissipated a lot.

Well...them refer to the three saints Yuanshi, Tongtian and Zhunti.

As for the other Laozi, Nuwa and Jieyin, they all just glanced at the vision, and were slightly curious about why Hongjun wanted to cover up the cause and effect of the emperor's position.

He looked like he was smiling at the wind and clouds, sitting and watching the clouds rise, not caring at all.

And at this time.

In the world of reincarnation.

Regarding the establishment of the Heavenly Court and the return of the Heavenly Emperor.

Ping Xin was not either calm or secretly happy like the saints.

She is real...

Very happy!

There is absolutely no one in this world who is looking forward to the appearance of Heavenly Court more than her.

After the establishment of Heaven, the biggest responsibility is to maintain the circulation of yin and yang, and the circulation of heaven.

To sum it up in another word, it is reincarnation!

It's just that the reincarnation established by Pingxin, in terms that can be understood, is the perfection of the law of reincarnation.

At the microscopic level, the cycle of yin and yang between heaven and earth is regulated silently and endlessly.

The ability of Heaven is to adjust the wind, rain, thunder, the movement of the sun, moon and stars in the prehistoric world on a macro level, and to maintain the prehistoric world.

Although there is no way to really relate to the true meaning of reincarnation, it really helps Pingxin bear the prehistoric reincarnation.

But this kind of macro-control will undoubtedly reduce Pingxin's pressure in regulating the prehistoric cycle.

In this way, Pingxin can finally have his hands free to deal with his own affairs.

Looking calmly at the corner of the reincarnation world, there are countless billions of light spots. No, it should be said that they are billions of true spirits.

…

"This is...the throne of the Heavenly Emperor!"

Feeling the power that seemed to come from the entire prehistoric world, Haotian and Yaochi looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Although the Heavenly Emperor's throne was divided into two parts, and each of them took a part, after fusing the Heavenly Emperor's throne and digesting the information in it.

Not only were they not angry, but they were happy.

The Emperor of Heaven is the deity of the great Heavenly Lord in the ancient times, and the god who manages everything in the ancient world.

Its weight is comparable to that of a saint.

but...

God is a 'product' that maintains this ancient world and the way of heaven, and is different from immortals and holy cities.

No matter who of the two of them merges into the Heavenly Emperor position, they will gradually become the Great Heavenly Lord among the gods.

Rather than themselves.

But now, they each have a part. Together, the power they can exert is not inferior to that of the real Great Heavenly Lord.

And it will not be changed and become the god of heaven.

"Sure enough... the eldest master has already arranged everything!"

Haotian and Yaochi looked at each other, both seeing this meaning in each other's eyes.

At this time, in the Lingxiao Palace, many Xianjia monks also reacted, looking at Haotian and Yaochi above, with incomparable excitement in their eyes.

Although the Heavenly Court was first established at this time, Haotian and Yaochi did not have the power to win them over to the quasi-sage realm.

But those who could be brought into the Lingxiao Palace to witness the establishment of the Heavenly Palace were the monks with the weakest cultivation levels who had entered the realm of Daluo.

But at this time, these many immortals looked at Haotian and Yaochi with great excitement.

In the prehistoric world, although the Golden Immortal of Daluo can be regarded as the upper level of the prehistoric world, there is still a huge gap between them and the top level.

All the Golden Immortals of Daluo want to become quasi-saints, or even saints.

But...

Even becoming a quasi-saint is not that simple.

The higher-level inheritance guidance, the resources needed to accumulate mana and practice, and even some spiritual roots and treasures that are conducive to enlightenment.

These are all in short supply for the Golden Immortals of Daluo who have no background in the prehistoric world.

And at this time...

Just looking at the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother in front of them, they saw the future, and everything they dreamed of was in their hands.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor of Haotian!"

"Greetings to the Queen Mother of Yaochi!"

Immediately, some immortals bowed and shouted to the Haotian Yaochi above.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of many immortals in the Lingxiao Palace instantly stared at this person, and each of them showed a vigilant look.

Great enemy!

This is a great enemy!

This was the first thought that came to the minds of many immortals. Then, without any prior agreement, they all bowed and shouted in unison.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor Haotian!"

"Greetings to the Queen Mother of the Yaochi Queen Mother!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Everyone, please stand up!"

Looking at the immortals who bowed in unison below, Haotian laughed immediately, and a look that had never appeared before appeared in his eyes.

Since I am the Emperor of Heaven, all the creatures in the prehistoric world should be like this!

In Haotian's heart, the flame called ambition burned fiercely.

...

"Heaven! Emperor Haotian..."

Human race, Shennong looked at the blue sky, his eyes were deep, and he whispered softly.

The appearance of the Heavenly Court shook the entire prehistoric world, and Shennong would naturally know it.

Even among the human race, many mortal tribes that did not give birth to cultivators have even firmly remembered the Heavenly Court and worshiped it as a god.

Shennong did not care about this.

As the emperor of mankind, few people in the world know the human race better than him.

If he doesn't become a cultivator, this legend will eventually be buried one by one in the years, thousands of years later.

This legend will be forgotten by the human race.

If he becomes a cultivator and knows the whole story, how many people will regard him as a god.

What Shennong is worried about at this time is the "shackles" that he didn't feel in his heart.

As a cultivator in the perfect state of Daluo, he naturally wouldn't think it was his illusion.

Although he couldn't feel it.

But there is no doubt that in the field he didn't know and didn't understand.

There must be a shackle that was blessed on him, no, even on the prehistoric creatures.

And...

He also felt a bad premonition from it.

A tortoise shell appeared silently in Shennong's hand. On the tortoise shell, simple long and short horizontal lines formed eight simple symbols.

This tortoise shell was the one that Fuxi brought with him when he created the Eight Trigrams. The earliest Eight Trigrams were engraved on it.

This is one of the treasures left to the human race by Emperor Fuxi after he became a saint.

Shennong's fingers gently brushed over the symbols, and the innate Eight Trigrams in his mind began to calculate.

After a while, Shennong's eyes wrinkled.

Although he was not the top one in the entire human race in terms of his attainments in the innate Eight Trigrams, with the help of this Fuxi tortoise shell.

He is definitely the strongest in the human race!

But even so, he only found the clues of the shackles that he sensed in the dark.

"Is this shackle in the dark aimed at the quasi-saints? But where does this bad premonition of this emperor come from?"

Shennong murmured to himself, and his hands continued to rub the Fuxi tortoise shell, but... no matter how he calculated, he still couldn't find the answer he wanted.

In this case, Shennong didn't want to continue calculating.

He shook his head slightly and put away the Fuxi tortoise shell. Shennong was still calm, without any panic.

Although he did not get the answer, as the emperor, Shennong never lacked courage, and this bad premonition could not scare him.

Shennong narrowed his eyes, and said to himself with an extremely serious look in his eyes.

"Fuxi, the emperor, once left a warning that there are endless dangers in the prehistoric world, the powerful people plot against each other, and the myriad races attack each other."

"Whether facing unknown plots or impending dangers, the best way is to remain unchanged in the face of changes!" Shennong looked righteous.

"I want to... practice in seclusion!"